That title is a motto of mine, that and don't eat yellow snow. If I think too much about tomorrow, I feel like not getting out of bed the next morning. Very depressing, I know, but you don't know what kind of crazy I really am.

On Monday I went to the orthodontist. At my last visit, he said I would probably be done around now. But while I was away, he sold his practice and some new woman took over. I went in and I sat for thirty minutes waiting to be seen (before I walked in and then walked right into the back room).

When I got back there, there was around six nurses doing nothing and one other girl getting her braces done. Why was I waiting if no one was doing anything? Then the new doc comes over and checks me out. She gives me a funny look and tells a nurse to get me an x-ray.

Ten minutes and several funny feelings in my head later, she tells me the last guy screwed up and I would have these things on for another 3-4 months. How do I go from a few weeks to a few months? Apparently, the roots of my teeth were not aligned and now must be fixed before I go through this all over again.

Then I told them about a loose bracket. The nurse took twenty minutes to glue it back on, when before it took five. The nurse stuck two or three things of cotton in my mouth and I was about to choke on my own saliva when she finally finished. These people had better get their act together.

I am now seriously pissed off at the old doctor for not getting it right the first time and the new doctor for having a rather stupid staff.

Anyway...what else...oh yeah, Fur. Me and Aidan have teamed up and we are planning our first strike on your evil kingdom AND your potato cannon.

That's the gist of it. Cya! 8)

Razer